if I only had a gun with a bullet chambered/ I bet you I could make this fucking pain go away/ no worries over my agony or how I labored/ I'd make my piece make peace this way/ and the spray of that green>blue>red life force/ would make it's way to coat walls with the paintings of my stress/ oh yes, oh yes, if I only had a gun/ the force would be with me/ par for the course and a little bit tricky/ aim just left enough, right enough, center enough/ I'm not strong enough/ not strong enough anymore to pretend that I am super girl/ not strong enough to pretend that if I only had a gun/ I wouldn't end and rewind to begin again as the burdens of my family deepen.... fuck if I only had a gun....
lets cut out this cryptic shit/ if I had it I would be on some suicidal game's over type shit/ I'm talking this is all too much I am tired of watching death/ I mean that every breath I take seems like a mockery type shit/ I am speaking on that I'm-tired-of-everyone-telling-me-I'm-not-alone-when-I-am-the-only-one-here-every-fucking-night-watching-her-slip-further-away type shit/ I mean that fuck this shit type shit that you can't do with pills, razors, or poison/ this is some gun type shit
Goddamnitt, if I only had a gun...
guess this in essence, is some of that that's-why-gun-permits-are-so-expensive type shit
cus, depressed broke bitches don't know what to do with it
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Author notes
Wrote this when I was in a really dark place. Kind of interesting to read 18 months after the fact. (it was written July 18, 2006)
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